<ABBR class=published title=2007-03-20T21:55:23Z>Originally published by SJHundak/S.J.Willing at 09:55PM on Tuesday, March 20, 2007</ABBR>
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“So, uhm, if I ate you how would you like it done?”

“Pardon?”

“Well, would you like to be fried, roasted or fricasseed?”

“You don’t just, you know, eat me?”

“Raw? Without marinade? Really! What kind of dragon do you take me for?”

“A dragon, dragon.”

“I’ll have you know young lady I’ve eaten the best, Dukes, Kings, Princesses. I’m not just your regular eat it off the street dragon, no way. I’m a connoisseur.”

“But, marinade? I’d have to stand for hours in a sticky wet pool of wine and herbs?”

“Soy sauce, garlic and ginger.” The dragon licked his lips.
“And a few hundred chopped green onions too. They add the flavor you know.”

“Ugh, I hate onions.”

“Then I’d slow cook you over the grill for a couple of hours, make sure you’re nice and crispy on the outside.”

:) It was a hilarious story if you read it through all the ficlets. The funnest part was thwarting the other author in this one, it was so patently obvious what he wanted me to write for the sequels to his bits that I always tried to do something completely different.

He wrote me a private note halfway through complaining that I was making him have to think :roflmao: